Anyone who has been following this blog may have noticed that it hasn’t been updated in months.
There’s a reason for that.
I decided to take the plunge and migrate the site over to its own domain, over at http://www.jonnydean.uk
Further, I will be closing this page in the next few weeks. If you have stumbled upon this page and would like to continue reading my ramblings about life and the connection between current affairs and genre settings, then please, follow the new site.
So I’m having something of a strange week.
I’ve always been a weirdness magnet. Strange things just keep happening to me wherever I am, and I don’t really get much of a say in the matter.
Still, this week’s been one of those weeks. Continue reading
I don’t know about you, but I’m feeling dead on my feet right now.
Alright, you’re probably not as dead as me, but then you probably haven’t spent the last few days in France, getting equal parts sunburnt and merry at Hellfest metal festival (ok, so not exactly equal parts – apparently at one point I passed out mid-sentence).
Aside from being pretty damn spectacular as festivals go (including the utterly incredible firework tribute to Lemmy Kilmister), it’s the perfect reminder that wherever we’re from, we are all absolutely, amazingly human. Continue reading
It’s probably something about me that I genuinely enjoy doing the research aspects of writing. Not so much as the actual writing parts, naturally, though much of it is easier. The strange and wonderful things that you can find when just reading around a topic just serve to reaffirm the idea that the past is another country.
Doing some research for my current WIP, Airborne Empire, I found one such wonderful piece of information. Continue reading
Isn’t it strange that time just disappears? Since I’ve stopped teaching, I’m noticing more and more that entire days and weeks can just zip by without leaving so much as a distinct memory, let alone a sense of accomplishment.
Who says time flies when having fun? Maybe the normal speed for time is stuck on the fast setting, but nobody’s really noticed because they hate their jobs so it’s all slowed down as a consequence. Perhaps celebrities have a reputation for not being the brightest pencils in the shed because they’ve spent so little time doing the boring things, and as a consequence have had much less time to learn things. Unlikely, I know, but why should the physicists be the only ones who get to speculate about the nature of time? Continue reading